Monday
The three penguins lined up in front of their leader. “Mission, sir?” asked Kowalski, saluting.
“Right,” replied his commander. “Years ago, I received a call of help from our cousins the turkeys.”
“The turkeys are our cousins?” repeated Private.
“Yes.”
Private’s face grew worried. “So our cousins are being butchered as we speak?”
Rico’s face, on the other hand, was disturbingly dreamy. Ignoring the look on Rico’s face, Skipper continued. “Like a fool, I turned it down.”
“Isn’t it breaking the پینگوئن, پیںگان code?” asked Kowalski.
Skipper glared at him. “Done here?”
“Affirmative.”
“As I was saying,” کہا Skipper, looking at them each in turn. “The mission was to help the turkeys from their annual massacre.”
The penguins’ faces grew solemn. “So, we’re going to help them?” ventured Private.
“Affirmative,” replied Skipper. “No American turkey is going to die this year.”
He handed out files to each of them. “This is the plan. آپ have precisely twenty-four hours to know and memorize everything.”
“Everything?” repeated Rico in his way.
“Everything,” confirmed Skipper.
He walked toward the ladder. “I suggest آپ get started on it right away.” With that, he was gone.
The penguins looked at each other then at the stack of filed each of them was holding. Sighing, Private carried his files to the table. “We’d better get on it.”
Kowalski followed. “I should invent something that allows آپ to put things into your brain without memorizing it,” he mumbled, sitting down beside Private.
Rico looked at the files one مزید time before heading to his bunk.
0600 hours Tuesday.....
Skipper blew the horn. “Up and at ‘em, boys!” he yelled.
One سے طرف کی one, his unit got up and lined up in front of him. He walked over to his rookie. “Private! What’s the name of our intel?”
“Turk, sir!” replied Private.
Skipper nodded and walked over to Kowalski. “Kowalski! What’s his origin?”
“His ancestors were from Turkey!” Kowalski stood rigid. “Like all the turkeys,” he added under his breath.
It was Rico’s turn. “What are we doing, soldier?” Skipper asked.
Rico کہا something that was incoherent to Kowalski and Private, but apparently, Skipper understood him. “Not bad, soldier.”
He walked in front of his team. “When are we moving out?”
“0630 hours, sir!” they answered.
Skipper was impressed. “Very good. آپ all know what this means.”
“Snow cones,” whispered Kowalski. “Please say it.”
“Snow cones,” declared Skipper. “Go satisfy your thirst for pleasure.”
“Yay!”
The team went topside to the park. Skipper walked over to the coffee machine and began brewing himself a cup. “Nothing like a cup of coffee in the morning,” he declared.
The hatch opened, and Marlene popped in, almost causing Skipper to spill his coffee. “Marlene! Would آپ ever learn how to knock?” کہا Skipper crossly.
The وٹر, اوٹار apologized. “ Sorry. I was wondering, do آپ have any spare nails? I’m hanging up مزید pictures.”
“It’s in the closet,” کہا Skipper, pointing at their untidy, dangerous storage room.
Marlene peeked in. “Uhh, آپ know, never mind.”
With that, she hurried out of the HQ. Skipper shrugged and continued sipping his coffee. ‘Mammals,’ he thought. ‘They can never make up their minds.’
منٹ later, his team returned from their little expedition. Skipper saw them. “All right, men. It’s go time. Kowalski! How’s our cover?”
Kowalski switched on the holograph. “Ready, sir,” he reported. “I’ve installed a function that only allows us to switch it off!”
“Rico! Private! How’s our security measure?”
“Good to go, Skipper!” کہا Private.
“Saddle up, boys, we’re in for a long ride,” کہا Skipper, climbing into the car.
The three penguins lined up in front of their leader. “Mission, sir?” asked Kowalski, saluting.
“Right,” replied his commander. “Years ago, I received a call of help from our cousins the turkeys.”
“The turkeys are our cousins?” repeated Private.
“Yes.”
Private’s face grew worried. “So our cousins are being butchered as we speak?”
Rico’s face, on the other hand, was disturbingly dreamy. Ignoring the look on Rico’s face, Skipper continued. “Like a fool, I turned it down.”
“Isn’t it breaking the پینگوئن, پیںگان code?” asked Kowalski.
Skipper glared at him. “Done here?”
“Affirmative.”
“As I was saying,” کہا Skipper, looking at them each in turn. “The mission was to help the turkeys from their annual massacre.”
The penguins’ faces grew solemn. “So, we’re going to help them?” ventured Private.
“Affirmative,” replied Skipper. “No American turkey is going to die this year.”
He handed out files to each of them. “This is the plan. آپ have precisely twenty-four hours to know and memorize everything.”
“Everything?” repeated Rico in his way.
“Everything,” confirmed Skipper.
He walked toward the ladder. “I suggest آپ get started on it right away.” With that, he was gone.
The penguins looked at each other then at the stack of filed each of them was holding. Sighing, Private carried his files to the table. “We’d better get on it.”
Kowalski followed. “I should invent something that allows آپ to put things into your brain without memorizing it,” he mumbled, sitting down beside Private.
Rico looked at the files one مزید time before heading to his bunk.
0600 hours Tuesday.....
Skipper blew the horn. “Up and at ‘em, boys!” he yelled.
One سے طرف کی one, his unit got up and lined up in front of him. He walked over to his rookie. “Private! What’s the name of our intel?”
“Turk, sir!” replied Private.
Skipper nodded and walked over to Kowalski. “Kowalski! What’s his origin?”
“His ancestors were from Turkey!” Kowalski stood rigid. “Like all the turkeys,” he added under his breath.
It was Rico’s turn. “What are we doing, soldier?” Skipper asked.
Rico کہا something that was incoherent to Kowalski and Private, but apparently, Skipper understood him. “Not bad, soldier.”
He walked in front of his team. “When are we moving out?”
“0630 hours, sir!” they answered.
Skipper was impressed. “Very good. آپ all know what this means.”
“Snow cones,” whispered Kowalski. “Please say it.”
“Snow cones,” declared Skipper. “Go satisfy your thirst for pleasure.”
“Yay!”
The team went topside to the park. Skipper walked over to the coffee machine and began brewing himself a cup. “Nothing like a cup of coffee in the morning,” he declared.
The hatch opened, and Marlene popped in, almost causing Skipper to spill his coffee. “Marlene! Would آپ ever learn how to knock?” کہا Skipper crossly.
The وٹر, اوٹار apologized. “ Sorry. I was wondering, do آپ have any spare nails? I’m hanging up مزید pictures.”
“It’s in the closet,” کہا Skipper, pointing at their untidy, dangerous storage room.
Marlene peeked in. “Uhh, آپ know, never mind.”
With that, she hurried out of the HQ. Skipper shrugged and continued sipping his coffee. ‘Mammals,’ he thought. ‘They can never make up their minds.’
منٹ later, his team returned from their little expedition. Skipper saw them. “All right, men. It’s go time. Kowalski! How’s our cover?”
Kowalski switched on the holograph. “Ready, sir,” he reported. “I’ve installed a function that only allows us to switch it off!”
“Rico! Private! How’s our security measure?”
“Good to go, Skipper!” کہا Private.
“Saddle up, boys, we’re in for a long ride,” کہا Skipper, climbing into the car.
ارے have آپ noticed the big piece of stone in central park? the one where crazy Marlene took Julian? the place where
the lost treasure of the golden squril had something to do with it? have آپ ever wondered what it was?
well that, is an obelisk.
ancient Egyptians built it thousands of years ago, and it still survives today. they crated 3, and one, known as cleopatras needle, is located in london, another in paris, and one in new york, central park.
it is covered in hieroglyphics, carved سے طرف کی the most skilled scribes. artisans(crafts people) chipped it piece سے طرف کی piece it to perfection, and they stand almost 68 feet high. theese are magnificent monuments, and i was suprized to see one in the penguins of Madagascar.
well i hope آپ enjoyed your hisory lesson! :3
the lost treasure of the golden squril had something to do with it? have آپ ever wondered what it was?
well that, is an obelisk.
ancient Egyptians built it thousands of years ago, and it still survives today. they crated 3, and one, known as cleopatras needle, is located in london, another in paris, and one in new york, central park.
it is covered in hieroglyphics, carved سے طرف کی the most skilled scribes. artisans(crafts people) chipped it piece سے طرف کی piece it to perfection, and they stand almost 68 feet high. theese are magnificent monuments, and i was suprized to see one in the penguins of Madagascar.
well i hope آپ enjoyed your hisory lesson! :3
SHADOW
Hello. I'm trying to fit back in, but after being otternapped سے طرف کی some illlegal wildlif dealers and falling out their car and being hit سے طرف کی it, I have almost forgotem everything, but I still remember the zoo, and everyone in it. But the one who I remember the most is Metallica1147, my True One. I dont remember anything else. There's still a cast on my neck and spine. My head is still bandaged.
Metallica is still in my memory, but no matter how hard I try, I can"t remember what we کہا together. All I remembe is his love and his name. But I rather him not see what I look like now. My eyes are so bloodshot from those sleepless nights. My jaw is twisted, ;eaving my teeth visible. My head is badly bruised and skinned, I can barly type. Perhaps, I sould leave, but i keep thinking about Metallica1147 and the love we shared togeter.
I'm broken and weak, but i'm fighting to live for Metallica's sake. it's all for him.
Metallica is still in my memory, but no matter how hard I try, I can"t remember what we کہا together. All I remembe is his love and his name. But I rather him not see what I look like now. My eyes are so bloodshot from those sleepless nights. My jaw is twisted, ;eaving my teeth visible. My head is badly bruised and skinned, I can barly type. Perhaps, I sould leave, but i keep thinking about Metallica1147 and the love we shared togeter.
I'm broken and weak, but i'm fighting to live for Metallica's sake. it's all for him.
